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BREAKFAST AT THE SINCLAIR HOUSE WAS ALWAYS GOOD, it didn't matter what was served, it was always Scarlett's favorite meal. This morning Sue has whipped up some delicious buttermilk pancakes and toast, much to Scarlett's delight. Of course, she topped it with some strawberries and maple syrup, along with a slice of butter.
As she was munching on her pancakes, she glanced up to notice Erica, who had been pouring the maple syrup on her toast for quite some time now. She scrunched her nose in disgust, "Erica, are you planning on drowning your pancakes in syrup? They'll get soggy."
Sue chuckled from the kitchen, "I agree with Scar, that's enough, Erica."
"Uh-uh!" Erica disobeyed, continuing to squirt the maple syrup all over her plate, leaving Scarlett and Lucas to share a look of annoyance.
Lucas turned back to his father, "Dad?" Charles hummed as a response, glancing up from his newspaper. "When mom's mad at you, how do you make her not mad?"
Scarlett snorted at the question, covering her mouth as she did so. Sue had been in the process of sitting down as she shot Scarlett a scolding look. She apologized silently, taking another bite of her pancakes. "Hm, that's a great question. How do you, hun?" Sue grinned mischievously at her husband, awaiting his response.
"First, I apologize." Charles began, his eyes still glued to the newspaper. "Then, I get your mother whatever she wants."
"Even when she's wrong?" Lucas added curiously.
Charles lowered the newspaper so he could see Lucas, "She's never wrong, son."
"That's right." Mrs. Sinclair grinned, sharing a high five with her niece as Lucas got up, walking down the hallway. "Not hungry?"
"Not really." He called back, placing his dish in the sink and leaving the remaining four sitting at the table in confusion.
"Where you goin'?" Sue asked the boy who was heading towards the front door. Scarlett was wondering the same question, he'd been acting suspicious all morning.
Lucas seemed to hesitate for a second before continuing, "To.. hang out with Dustin." He dashed out of the room without another word. Scarlett knew something was up with him, maybe she'd ask him later.
"Hm. Wonder what that was all about." Charles shrugged, flipping the newspaper over to begin reading the other side.
Scarlett shook her head, not quite knowing herself. Upon finishing her breakfast, she politely excused herself from the table and headed to her room. She had three comics from Lucas' stack to finish before she was to return them, and she did surprisingly enjoy reading them.
